Natasha hums mildly, taking a sip of her very fruity-looking drink to hide the smile that tugs at the corner of her lips, her eyes tracing over Steve as he pushes out of the pool before glancing knowingly over at the other woman beside her.
"It is rather nice, isn't it?" she teases with a knowing smile and a hint of a dimple peeking out at the corner of her lips as she stays reclined on her chaise, posture lazy and indolent.
she objects to being Team Rocket, Nat. People might mistake them for the furry rodent.
"It is rather nice, isn't it?" she teases with a knowing smile and a hint of a dimple peeking out at the corner of her lips as she stays reclined on her chaise, posture lazy and indolent.